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Bourgeois Existence Is The Regime Of Private Affairs . . . And The Family Is The Rotten, Dismal Edifice In Whose Closets And Crannies The Most Ignominious Instincts Are Deposited. Mundane Life Proclaims The Total Subjugation Of Eroticism To Privacy.

The Good Tidings Which The Historian Of The Past Brings With Throbbing Heart May Be Lost In A Void The Very Moment He Opens His Mouth.

True Translation Is Transparent: It Does Not Obscure The Original, Does Not Stand In Its Light, But Rather Allows Pure Language, As If Strengthened By Its Own Medium, To Shine Even More Fully On The Original.

All Great Works Of Literature Either Dissolve A Genre Or Invent One.

The Art Of Storytelling Is Reaching Its End Because The Epic Side Of Truth, Wisdom, Is Dying Out.